♥• Jasmine's P.O.V ♥•
Kilala knows about the rape?
She knows about it!
How did she know?
Who told her?
Why was she acting strange and text me instead of saying to my freaking face?
What did she mean by Mr. James going to jail and why did she even say anything about him?
DAFUQ?
I didn't know what do or how to feel about any of this. But, all I did was text her back.
Me: How did you know about this?
Kilala: I don't have to answer to your nonsense? But the second you tell your lover about any of this, trust me things well uglier than your face.
God!
I. HATE. HER.
And no, Whoever she's calling a 'lover' is not my lover.
Me: Why do you even care if i tell anyone about this huh? You little sh*t!
Why? Why was she being like this?
I though she changed or something.
For moments, she didn't freaking reply.
And I didn't text her anything, all I wanted was to leave the freaking store and went straight to my bed. But, that didn't happen thanks to the people I was with.
"Hey, don't leave, we still didn't get our shoes and after ten minutes, we're gonna open the fasting," Nicole told me.
"We? I'm the only one who's fasting?" I said, confused.
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